Re: 25 Days Of Plumersians - Day 5 - Dove

Postby Manakete » Sat Dec 06, 2014 2:47 pm

Aw darn, wish I had the time to work on a form for this baby, but I'll be busy tomorrow :c Good luck to those who enter, though! What a pretty baby.
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Re: 25 Days Of Plumersians - Day 5 - Dove

Postby Neon sparks » Sat Dec 06, 2014 2:47 pm

name: miruku
gender: female
name meaning: japanese for milk
favorite food: pomegranate
favorite book: wings of fire the dragonet prophecy by tui t. sutherland
favorite place: she loves the library most
loves: she loves books and sweets, shell eat anything with pomegranate in it no matter what it is
personality: shes very quiet and enjoys being left alone
favorite animal: dragons
favorite accessory: a white scarf that covers her snout
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Re: 25 Days Of Plumersians - Day 5 - Dove

Postby NE0N-UMBR30N » Sat Dec 06, 2014 2:48 pm


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Torri



Gender-
Female

Age-
18

Sexuality-
Bi

Personality-
Torri is a sweet girl.She's very shy and likes to do things alone,rather than with a group.
She prefers not to be noticed,and when she is,she tends to just blush a lot and hide her
face in her paws.However,had she more guts,Torri would speak out for a lot of other
Plumerian's.If someone's treated unfairly,she doesn't like it,and always tries to summon
up the guts to talk to someone if they look down.And maybe give them a doughnut.
She's a little sweetheart if you get close to her,and surprisingly scary if you get on
her bad side.

Hobbies-
Loves collecting flowers and wearing them in her hair
Sings when she thinks no one is around
Writes poetry
Doodles in a sketch book

Something Interesting About Her-
Torri has a severe case of ADHD,causing her to fidget in her seat a lot,
daydream,and zone out of conversations.

Fun Facts-
-Has never broken a bone in her life
-Loves swimming but never gets to
-Allows her friends to use her as a pillow
-She owns/runs a bakery

Art-
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Re: 25 Days Of Plumersians - Day 5 - Dove

Postby Brûlée » Sat Dec 06, 2014 3:05 pm

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Name: Cosette Anne Lillington
Gender: Female
Sexuality: Lesbian
Occupation: Unemployed/currently not looking
Voice: Strong, with a soft southern accent.
Age: 22

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Her philosophy:
"I'm not going to deny myself happiness. I don't care if it's rash,
I don't care if it isn't right, and I don't care if it will isolate me.
I've lived so many years of my life having been refused sheer pleasures of life,
and I'm going to spend the rest of my life making myself happy.
And if somebody doesn't like me for that, well,
I don't need toxic people like them in my life."


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Upbringing:
Cosette grew up in a very well off family, who got their wealth and property from a relative. Due to their fortune, her parents never worked, and instead devoted their time to raising her. She was constantly doted upon, her room filled with fancy dolls and frilly bows. This does not mean she always got what she wanted, in fact, she despised these lavish things, all she wanted was to explore the forest behind their mansion.

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As she got older, Cosette was expected to become a little lady, and her freedom became even more limited. She was withdrawn from public school, and instead was given her own private tutors. Often times she was to be the hostess at extravagant parties that her parents held, serving beverages and exchanging small talk. Somehow she knew this wasn't right, but her parents assured her it was normal.

As she got into high school, the pressure on her only tightened. It was made very clear to her that she had a role to play, and she had no choice in what that role was. During weekdays she had no 'school', instead Cosette would be learning how to cook, clean, and sew among other things. The traditional schooling was all crammed into the weekends, so that she would be occupied while her parents went to parties. By now she was hazed into believing this was how every kid grew up. When your last trip to public school was in 1st grade, you might have believed it to.


College:
When she was finally old enough to leave, her parents secured her a spot in a prestigious college, before sending her off with a considerable amount of money. In what was the biggest mistake of their life and the best miracle of hers, she was left unattended.

Once she entered university, her entire life turned upside down. She was a sheltered girl, and no matter how much of a socialite her parents were, that did not help her in real social interactions. She had never seen any technology more advanced then a wall phone, and now she was thrown into the real world.

She hadn't declared her major, but she was rarely attending her classes anyway. She was learning alright, learning what real life is like. Some basic things most people take for granted, like how to use technology. Cosette was totally absorbed into social media as well, primarily using Reddit and Tumblr. To her, she could learn much more using things like this then going into some classroom.

She hadn't even completed her first year when she became a college dropout. She quickly packed up her belongings, and was gone without a trace the next day. She had a bucket list in her hand, a good chunk of change, and a desire to see what had been hidden from her.

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i'm doug
and i'm darrel
and we are squirreeeels
we live in your backyard
in a big oak tree
that's our woooorld
we saw you and your faaamily
filiming us with your flip cam
-rhett and link

The bucket list.
    1. Clearwater Beach, Clearwater FL.
    2. Grand Canyon National Park, AZ.
    3. White Sand National Monument, NM.
    4. Any Mall around Christmas time.
    5. The Forest.

Each one of her destinations had a reason, it had something she was denied of as a child. With a smartcar packed full of luggage, her road trip began.
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Clearwater Beach.
Reason: Being in the ocean.

Her first stop was in Florida, on a nice cool day. After getting herself a touristy pair of sunglasses, flipflops, and an inner tube, it was time to hit the beach. Hardly able to contain herself after smelling the salty breeze, she ran into the ocean with her swim ring, not even bothering to take off her flip flops. Cosette had never learned to swim, but for her leisurely floating worked just as well.



Grand Canyon.
Reason: Getting to camp.

It isn't very surprising to learn that Cosette never went on a camping trip as a child, considering how she was raised. After a few more days spent in Clearwater, she drove west to change that. Soon she arrived at the Grand Canyon, and after doing some sightseeing, got to her campground: Mather. She got her tiny tent up, cooked herself some s'mores, and watched the Arizonian sun melt into the canyon.



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White Sands.
Reason: Playing in the sand/Getting dirty.

The seemingly endless dunes of her next location were the perfect opportunity to do something she had always longed to do: to play in the sand. While she could have easily done this at the beach, she figured it'd be better when there were no shells or other people to get in the way. She rolled around in the dunes not unlike a small child. When she got a dirty look from a stranger passing by, she'd quickly return it, making sure to let them know she did not care at all about what they thought.



Penn Square Mall.
Reason: Visiting a Mall Santa.

Her oddest desire led her to Oklahoma City, to a Gymboree. With a completely straight face, she got in line to meet Santa. It certainly felt a bit odd, Santa had never been a thing in her household, her parents made sure she knew every gift was from them, not some man in a red suit. Santas 'elves' were whispering in confusion, parents were telling there kids not to laugh at the odd lady, and the jolly old man himself was puzzled.

"H-hello there dear. Erm... would you like to sit on my lap?" He looked stunned when she actually did it, and it was pretty clear he couldn't support her for very long. "So, what do you want for christmas?" He rushed his speech, and expectantly looked her in the eyes. She pondered the question for a second, just enjoying the look on his face.

"A kitten. I want a kitten."

"A kitten! Wonderful! Smile for the camera!" He immediately responded, just wanting to get her off. The camera quickly flashed, afterwards he immediately gestured for her to get off. Cosette complied, excitedly grabbed her picture from the elves, and smugly walked off. It was perfectly awkward, just like any good mall santa experience should be.



The Forest.
Reason: Wanting to explore it.

Finally, her expedition had brought her back home. Texas. She wasn't there to beg for money, visit her folks, or even chat with the baker [a kind old woman who would always sneak sugary treats to her room]. No, she was here to answer one question that never got answered. What was behind the great oak trees.

She had a scenic view of the forest from her bedroom window, although she never was able to get in. Even still, it was always in her thoughts, the one thing she obsessed over. Her notebooks were filled with what she thought it would be like, her dreams haunted by it, and the one thing she always wanted to see. She had tried to get to it multiple times, but something always stopped her. But nothing could stop her now.

She looked up at the large tree that guarded the entrance to the forest. There was a medium sized opening between it and another tree, and that was her ticket in. She closed her eyes and squeezed through, her heart pumping faster then it had ever been. She opened her eyes, ready to see whatever magnificent thing awaited her.

And then her heart sank. There was trash everywhere. Old furniture, appliances, and just general junk. She knew exactly what had happened, people didn't want to go to the landfill so they illegally dumped it here. Even with that knowledge, she felt crushed inside. Tears welling in her eyes, she slumped against a tree trunk.

"Were my parents really in the right to not let me come? Did they know about this? Have they contributed to this? And why didn't they just tell me what was behind it?" Thoughts raced through her mind at a mile a minute, she was still trying to comprehend it. She furiously shook her head. "No, they weren't right! I needed to learn for myself, I shouldn't have been wondering all those years." She glanced at the leaves above her, and stopped to think about why she was here. She slightly smiled, although her face was wet with tears.

"I mean, at least I'm not going back to cry on their shoulders. I would have felt constantly in debt to them somehow for letting me see this if I did get to." She mused. She jolted back up suddenly, and ran back to her car. "No use in staying there. I've got things to do, memories to make, and a box that needs a checkmark."



Personality:

Selfish:
Cosette values herself above others. While if it won't hurt her she'll do a good deed, if it'll make her less happy she won't do it. Making herself happy is what keeps her running, her denying an opportunity for joy is a very rare occasion.
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Hot tempered:
While her default state is being happy, get her angry and you'll certainly regret it. Even though she despises debating, to her it makes everybody less happy and most of the time finds others reasons flawed, but if you do get her into an argument she'll be a tough opponent to beat.
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Reckless:
She simply does what she thinks will please her the most, often times without thinking about it. As long as the aftermath isn't to bad and she did have fun, it is all worth it to her. Whenever the consequences are larger she tends to have some regrets, but that rarely happens.
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Sharp tongued:
Cosette has a dry, cutting remark ready at a moments notice, and isn't afraid to let them loose if she thinks it's needed. She won't look the other way if a friend says something wrong, in fact, she's the first to let them know when that's the case.
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Self assured:
She's rarely has any confidence issues, and when she does she pulls herself out of it remarkably quickly. If she's doing something, she thinks it's right, and will work hard to make sure it gets done.
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Happy:
Unless she has a reason to be any other emotion, she'll probably be walking around with some sort of a smile. It may be a joyful grin, or it may be a smug smirk, but her pearly whites are constantly showing. Her general attitude for life is the same: try to be happy.
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Occupation:
That one little question Cosette is always dying to avoid. Her job. She doesn't have one, and while she doesn't really want to look for one, she knows eventually she'll have to get one. Her parents money won't last forever, but it will last for a good amount of time. She has no idea what she would want to do, but she does know the one thing she won't do: monetize her beauty.

She's been approached multiple times by people asking her to star in some commercial for a product, be used in a photo shot, or model some clothes for them. All of these people get an astounding no from her. Her beauty is always what people compliment her on, not her brains or personality, and she despises it. People automatically assume that she's a gentle person because of her appearance, and she doesn't want to feed that.

Final notes:
Just a few little things I wanted to include, but I felt like they didn't fit in with the main piece.

All of the places Cosette visited on her road trip are real, except for the forest. Mather is a real campground at the grand canyon where you can hitch a tent [ the s'more part left out a little detail that she had to use a grill, since bonfires aren't allowed from what I researched.] And yes, even the mall. And the santa part isn't made up either! It really is hosted at Gymboree, and as I'm editing this currently the santa is supposedly still there. [I've never been to this mall, but I found their webpage online]. I couldn't find anything that said if adults are allowed to sit on a mall santas lap, so I just assumed they could.

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Cinta

Postby PolarizedVertigo » Sat Dec 06, 2014 3:06 pm

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    Hi, my username is AcidImportedRose!
    I am a current non-owner, and I would love for this dove baby here to be my first plumie! All my art will go to the winner in the instance I do not win <3



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    full name;; cinta bel abdure
      sin-tah / bell / abb-DUR-eh
    origin of name;; indonesian
    meaning;; "love" - indonesian
    gender;; male
      despite his appearance, this plumie
      is a male
    nicknames;; dure, bell
    age;;
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    theme song;; skillet- comatose
    zodiac;; sagittarius



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honest
one of cinta's greatest personality traits is his honesty. he believes that no matter the situation,
honesty is the most important thing to maintain. wether it be when a friend asks, "do i look good
in this?" or, "is so-and-so cheating on me?" cinta will always answer as truthfully as he can. even
through this, however, cinta is good at keeping secrets. if you ask him to keep something between
the two of you, he will do his best to obey your wishes. but, if the secret is proving to be a danger
to someone else's safetey, cinta will put the health of a person before the oath of secrecy.

intelligent
Cinta is intelligent and enthusiastic, always interested in different kinds of subjects and can easily
impress others with His conversations.

large-hearted
Oh yes, VERY large hearted, he will help almost anyone in need! Even if its just carrying groceries for
an elderly woman, or helping a kid be happy after dropping his/her ice cream! And NO! It doesn't stop
there, he also cares for ANY kinds of animals! from a hamster to a horse! He's a vary loving and kind
indivsual.




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He enjoys reading most of all, Reading is his life, Infact he has a book collection (recently reduced) of 100+ books!
They are in boxes most of the time in his Attic cause he has already read them!
But yes reading is he favorite thing to do, he will read ANYWHERE.
And i mean that! The beach, a waterpark, at home, even sometimes at a restaurant!
Currently he is reading; "The RedWall series"
Planning to read; The Heist: A Novel (Gabriel Allon)




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Yes his feathers are ready! He ADORES his feathers, to
him they are what makes him.. him..
pink wrote:The color pink is the color of universal love of oneself and of others.
Pink represents friendship, affection, harmony, inner peace, and
approachability. Pink is the sweet side of the color red.

And to him, he is friendship! And inner peace, he is rather peaceful.. But he will befriend, well maybe to him he counts them as friends, anyone who talks to him for atleast 10 minutes! Take or give, but he is actually happier around books than friends, Surprisingly.
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Postby Travis » Sat Dec 06, 2014 3:09 pm

click the image below to go to the form ~ [it's a tumblr link]
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Re: 25 Days Of Plumersians - Day 5 - Dove

Postby quitting,, » Sat Dec 06, 2014 3:21 pm

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    Name ►Plum
    Username ►Sosna. I'm a non owner!
    Gender ►Female
    Age ►19
    Accent ►Russian
    Sexuality ►Straight

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If you were to ask someone to describe Plum's personality in three words, you would find the three most common said together were shy, awkward, funny. It's not much of a surprise; Plum is very afraid to even ask a friend for a drink. Because of this quirk, she's grown to become very awkward to be around; barely making eye contact and trying to talk as little as possible. Though a few of her close friends know how funny she is once you meet her; everywhere from how she acts, to little comments, into, and jokes she makes.
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Re: 25 Days Of Plumersians - Day 5 - Dove

Postby O b l i v i o n ☯ » Sat Dec 06, 2014 3:39 pm

Reserve with possibly the name Cameryn cx
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Re: 25 Days Of Plumersians - Day 5 - Dove

Postby reinbeaver » Sat Dec 06, 2014 3:52 pm

      reserve ;w;

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✦ Jonas ♦ The Cross-Dressed Super Star ✦

Postby Syra » Sat Dec 06, 2014 3:56 pm

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      sername;; Syra
      ame;; Jonas Meaning ~ A dove; he that oppresses; destroyer.
      ender;; Male
      exuality;; Heteroflexible, Heteromantic
      ge;; 17 February 15th
      ccupation;; Professional "Female" Singer and Model
      tage-ame;; Roxanne Meaning ~ Dawn; bright.
      hysique;; Slim, Short, Delicate, and Feminine
      alents;; Singing, Posing, Parkour, & Listening
      eaknesses;; Expressing Himself, Demure, & Egocentric

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      ======ne might be curious as to why someone who is nervous in front of other people is a professional singer and model. They might also ask why a male poses as a female singer and model. Well, these actually go hand in hand starting from his youth. Jonas's parents had wanted a little Valentine's Day girl, but they got him a day later. Instead of just accepting that they had a son, they took advantage of his feminine appearance to treat him like a daughter. His modeling career started as an infant when his parents signed him up to be a diaper model. The magazine cover he was on featured him in a snug, flowery diaper with two pink ribbons holding up his fluffy hair in tiny pig tails.

      ======rom the time that Jonas could speak, he was very shy of others. He wouldn't say much to anyone except his grandparents and parents. The only time he really vocalized was when he sang. That he did almost constantly... at least when he was alone. Whenever someone other than his parents tried to listen, or whenever a recording device was brought out, he would stop. All the same, his love for singing was the first thing that he did all on his own that his parents hadn't pushed him into. However, they were quick to take advantage of his talent. Before Jonas was five years old, they got him a vocal coach and made him practice every day.

      ======t first, Jonas didn't mind. He was happy to be able to always do something he loved so much. Under the training, his voice and talent bloomed into a happy fruition. He found that he was able to express himself through music in a way he couldn't with just words and that realization helped his confidence enough so that he could sing in front of others. Unfortunately, this was just what his parents had been hoping for. Once he was able to sing in front of people, he was immediately taken to an agency for young voice actors. He choked whenever they tried to make him do a speaking part, but when it was singing, he was the first choice of the agency, even if the clients all thought he was a little, girl singer instead of a boy.

      ======onas didn't really mind that his parents, and everyone for that matter, treated him like a girl. At least... not when he was young. He always figured he'd mature and then people would treat him like the guy he was, but as he hit puberty, he realized with growing dismay that he was never going to become particularly masculine. In fact, if anything, he became more feminine. His squeaky voice matured into a very rare male soprano that most just thought was a woman's voice. His physique also didn't change enough to help. His parents started calling him "Roxanne" on his contracts and in his gigs so that people would hire him thinking he was a young woman.

      ======y now, he has come to realize that he isn't going to be changing anymore. He's also come to resent that his greatest passion, singing, has become something he does, in deceit, only for profit. However, he's too obedient to his parents to rebel and, even if he could bring himself to, he doesn't really know what else he would do. He does this work because he is good at it and continues to go through with his parent's act of pretending to be a female because it at least grants him anonymity in society outside of his work. A relief he desperately needs. Besides the exploitation of his talents, the things that bother Jonas most about his work are pretending to be something he's not, yet not knowing how to express himself otherwise, and the fact that he's often hit on by guys and ignored by girls he has crushes on.

      ======here is just one main thing that Jonas loves to do that can't be exploited and which his parents can't stand, but which he still does anyways. That's parkour. Parkour is an activity in which a person uses nothing but their own body's weight, momentum, and strength to get places along the most efficient routes. This involves a lot of running, jumping, flipping, lifting, etc. Jonas doesn't have the best strength for it, but he can be quick and jump high. Anytime he makes it over a wall or from one building top to another, he feels as though he can fly. In those moments he really feels free. His parents hate it though because they fear that he will get hurt or ruin his feminine appearances. Despite that, Jonas still feels the need to sneak off and "fly".
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      ======onas may have some pretty useful talents and seem to have his act together so to speak, but that really is just an act. Underneath the pretty, feminine cover he wears, he's actually a bit of a mess. Withdrawn and obedient by nature, Jonas can get pushed around by others easily. This is made even easier for others as he has a hard time expressing himself through any normal means of communication or expression and thus is unable to really let others know when he doesn't want to do something. Despite being a push-over, and even a pretty good listener and friend most of the time, he is actually naturally self-centered, having trouble understanding the troubles of others. This often entails giving into his sulky feelings to believe that no one has problems that are really as bad as his. Though part of that comes from his inability to express those emotions which then build up to feel more intense than most people allow them to get. His only real way of expressing himself is through singing or, on occasion, through phases of irritability where he will vent out his frustrations from emotional overload on others.

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        He often harbors rebellious thoughts, but can never bring himself to act on them.
        He gets crushes often, but has trouble with relationships due to his female act. He despises being liked by guys for looking like a girl and has trouble getting girls to take him seriously.
        He often feels trapped in this lifestyle his parents brought him up into because he doesn't know what else he would do with his life, yet he hates being someone he's not all the time and is convinced it is a large part of why he has so much trouble expressing himself.
        When left alone, he spends most of his time singing and daydreaming as he is actually quite imaginative and has a strong emotional side, too strong for him to really reckon with it.
        He only really feels like a guy when he runs free from his super star act and partakes in parkour.

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      ======he cold blast of winter air hit Jonas hard in the face as he stepped into the real world from his photo-shoot. He huffed at the frigidity, his annoyed breath clouding up in front of him before he wrapped the scarf he had been wearing up around his face. He still didn't quite understand how a scarf draped lightly over his chest was going to convince anyone that he might have some breasts there. They'd have still needed to be paper thin. He rolled his shoulders in a shrug, stretching out his arms, stiff from posing, as he walked toward a small cafe. Some hot cocoa was just what he needed to pick himself up after a long shooting.

      ======ey! Wait up!" A light voice suddenly called from behind him. Turning back around he saw one of the onlookers from the shooting, probably just another person who had walked by and been curious about the staged scenes in the warehouse. She was jogging to catch up with him. He wondered if she wanted an autograph or modeling tips and sighed wearily at the thought of keeping his act up anymore this day.

      ======hat was a pretty cool set up back there." The girl said once she had caught up with him. He shrugged in response, hoping to seem tired rather than rude, but not minding coming off as either if it meant getting to his hot cocoa sooner. However his companion of the moment didn't seem at all perturbed and went right on with what she had been planning to say. "But you were by far the coolest thing on stage."

      ======he had said it with a wink and Jonas stared back at her with a little confusion. Was this just a friendly feminine gesture, or was she being comical? Or... Had she somehow seen through the act? He hoped so. Oh, how he hoped so! If only someone could see that he was a guy, surely others would too and he'd soon be forced out of this false life style his parents had brought him up into. "Ah, thanks... I'm sorry, but what's your name?" He finally said, realizing he had been stunned quiet for a few moments.

      ======'m Saniyya, but you can call me whatever you like, sweety." She said leaning a little closer and sending unmistakable signals with her posture and expressions. She was most definitely not simply trying to be comical or friendly. At least... not a kind of friendly that was going to just stay that way. "What can I call you?"

      ======onas flushed, excited to finally have a girl interested in him and not just some guy who thought he was a girl. It was great to finally have someone see who he really was. "Ah, my name is Jonas." He said, wondering if he should be trying to flirt back in some way. Maybe leaning in too? Or was it good to act shy when someone else was hitting on you? He really didn't know... However he was broken away from his pondering by a bout of incredulous laughter.

      ======e glanced at Saniyya, confused. She smiled apologetically as she said, "Sorry, hun, I was just taken off guard. I always thought Jonas was a name for boys." She smiled, as if she was now getting in on some inside joke, but Jonas just gave her an even more confused look.

      ======t is."

      ======here was a long moment of silence as both parties came to their own realizations. Jonas, that Saniyya had thought he was a girl. That she wasn't flirting with him because she saw him for what he was, but because she was yet another person who had been fooled. Saniyya on the other hand was finally starting to realize that she had been fooled. "Oh." She finally said, breaking the silence, and with it, Jonas's temper.

      ======e snorted derisively at her, upset at the moment's dream she had presented him with then shattered. "I see, so that's how it is. Well no, I'm not a girl, and you can just keep your creepy lesbian vibes to yourself." He knew it was an unwarrantedly harsh response, but the sting of the situation hurt him and he selfishly wanted to share that pain. Yet her face was more concerned and confused than hurt as he flashed a final glare at her and marched off into the cafe, no longer caring if he could get a hot cocoa, but rather just wanting to get away.

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      Nowadays what isn't worth saying is sung. -Pierre Augustin Caron de Beaumarchais, Le Barbier de Séville

      ❝Our greatest glory is not in never falling, but in getting up every time we do.❞ -Confucius

      ❝Words make you think. Music makes you feel. A song makes you feel a thought.❞ -E.Y. Harburg

      ❝Never be bullied into silence. Never allow yourself to be made a victim. Accept no one's definition of your life, but define yourself.❞ -Harvey Fierstein

      ❝If I cannot fly, let me sing.❞ -Stephen Sondheim


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